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tennessoui · 2 years

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18: kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap!!!!!

hello :) this was sent in july i think :) happy six months baby

anyway i talked with @pontah back in october about an urban fantasy town where everyone had some sort of supernatural heritage, and i haven't stopped thinking about it. so this was supposed to be a little warm up to help me break writer's block!

so of course it's 3.6k :) i present my lil selkie anakin au ! <3

(warnings for light hearted crack and that good good good mutual possessive/obsessiveness)

Anakin knows his mother, may the sea keep her soul, would flay him alive for what he’s about to do. But he can’t help it. He’s about to go on the biggest, most important date of his entire life. One he knows will be the last first date he ever goes on.

Because Obi-Wan is it for him.

Yeah, there’s a lot of stuff he doesn’t know about Obi-Wan, fine. His career, his hobbies, his past, his supernatural species. But Anakin doesn’t need to know that stuff.

The barista at Anakin’s coffeeshop had called out a large cappuccino with oat milk—this coffeeshop, run by fae, legally couldn’t ask for the customers’ names—and Anakin had stepped forward to collect his drink at the same time Obi-Wan had. Their hands had brushed. Obi-Wan, when he turned to apologize to Anakin with an arched eyebrow, had had the sea in his eyes. He’d smelled like home, even though he didn’t have the yellow eyes of another selkie.

He’d been beautiful with hair the bronzed red of a sunken, rusted skipper, and the faintest of laughter lines around his breathtakingly colorful eyes. He’d worn a dark blue turtleneck to fight of the winter chill, but Anakin could just see shining blue twinkle at him whenever the man moved.

Anakin had been a goner. So much of a goner that he hadn’t even protested the man taking his caffeine. Much. And Obi-Wan, though he had been careful to not give his name to Anakin in Coff-Fae, had stood next to him to wait. Ostensibly to see if the next drink would be his, but the other man also didn’t wait to start sipping from the drink in his hands.

When the fae had called out another large cappuccino with oat milk but an extra shot, Obi-Wan had thrown his head back on a laugh that sounded like the best piece of music Anakin had ever heard. “My mistake,” the older man had admitted with a shake of his head. Beneath his beard, Anakin had been able to see deep dimples. Anakin had known the way people crazy in love know things that he would probably forgive anything and everything the man could possibly do to him.

And he had very many thoughts of what the man could do to him.

“Looks like I owe you a drink,” Obi-Wan had told him with a glint in his eyes, like the sun setting over glistening waves. Looking at him made Anakin feel homesick, though he’d been landlocked for years now and this feeling settled strangely inside of him. If one could be homesick for a home not yet experienced, that’s what Anakin had felt.

So it had been no wonder that Anakin had held him to that. When Obi-Wan had asked for his number, Anakin had handed his whole phone over instead without question.

“I could be one of the fae,” Obi-Wan had seemed so amused, even as he entered in his phone number. His accent had been so crisp. Anakin had thought he could make a fortune doing audio books. “Careful with what sort of information you give out.”

“Are you part dragon?” Anakin had asked. “Hoarding all your own information to your chest—look, you even stole my coffee and I don’t know your name.”

“It’s Obi-Wan,” he’d told him with a slight smile, but he hadn’t denied being dragon. If he were, that would be so cool. Anakin had never dated a dragon before. Selkies usually didn’t stray far from the waters, and Anakin’s dating life reflected that for the most part. Other than a brief stint with a Dryad named Padmé that had ended in flames and an even shorter romance with a vampire that had ended in blood and tears (and tears of blood), Anakin had remained monogamous to the sea and all its lovely residents.

Besides, Anakin hadn’t moved to the city for romance. No, he’d chosen the biggest, most landlocked city to become absolutely lost in for a reason. He hadn’t particularly wanted to date anyone after his mother’s passing, desiring instead to focus on himself.

So his dating pool became a dating puddle, and he was fine with that. Quite content, actually.

But then Obi-Wan had accidentally claimed the wrong coffee and Anakin had a date for tonight.

“It’s funny,” Obi-Wan had told him right as they were about to part ways. “I usually get tea.”

A summer wedding on the coast would be magnificent, Anakin had decided. Unless Obi-Wan didn’t want to wait that long. A late winter wedding was just as perfect.

So now Anakin’s five minutes from leaving his house to go on the last first date in entire life with his future spouse, and he’s nervous as he’s ever been in his life. He knows Obi-Wan had liked something about him—or he wouldn’t have invited him for drinks, wouldn’t have let Anakin choose the location—but what if he doesn’t like him later? What if he doesn’t like him after they talk for a few minutes? It’s not like Anakin is all that special compared to some of the folk around the city. Selkies look quite normal, actually. He’d be able to go into the mortal realm and pass fluidly as a human. Only his golden eyes would set him apart.

He doesn’t have the translucent wings of the fae or the constant aroma of flowers like the nymphs. Vampiric skin is flawless, while werewolves’ muscles are almost publicly indecent. Mermaids’ hair always wins the prizes, not to mention the confidence they seem to hold themselves with. And Anakin doesn’t even want to think about the dangerous beauty of the elvish descendants.

But with so many interesting and head-turning residents of their city, it’s easy to think of Obi-Wan growing bored of Anakin. Or not finding him interesting.

The thought is devastating.

Anakin had asked his mother once when he was very young if falling in love easily was a selkie trait. At the time he’d been infatuated with a fisherman’s daughter who must have been part Nereid for the way she was able to swim. That had been what made Anakin fall in love with her.

His mother had laughed and told him no, that most selkies fell in love perhaps two or three times in their life, and that they only fell in trust once.

Anain hadn’t understood then. His mother, probably rightfully so, had taken his pelt away from him and locked it up in her bedroom next to hers just in case. “The person who takes your pelt controls you, do you understand?” she’d asked him carefully.

“Like vampires do?” Anakin has asked. He’d not yet met a vampire, but he’d read of their thralls, their ability to manipulate minds.

“No,” his mother had said. “But if you give your pelt to the wrong person and they refuse to give it back, you’ll never be able to shift again. You’ll never be able to find your way home. Our ancestors have been forced into terrible things by the worst sorts of people.”

Anakin had thought and thought on her words because they seemed uncharacteristically serious. He’d told her that he didn’t think the fisherman’s daughter capable of doing terrible things to him.

That had been when his mother had taken his pelt. Just to be safe. “Love whoever you want, Little Fin,” his mother had said, brushing their noses together. “But only trust the once.”

Presently, Anakin strokes his fingers down the soft fur of the pelt he’d laid out on his bed. It’s much browner than the rest of his colony’s distinctive gray hues, had made him stick out like a sore thumb when he was growing up. All the grown-ups had known he was destined for warmer waters just from his coloring.

His mom, if she were alive, would kill him for what he’s about to do. But he can’t—he needs—he needs this date to go well because he needs the next one to go well because he needs the next one as well to go just as well because he’s in love. He is.

And the date can’t go well if Anakin’s a nervous wreck the whole time. And. Well. Nothing calms him down as much as wearing his pelt, even if he’s not shifted into his seal body.

So. It’s stupid. It’s incredibly dumb. But at least he’s aware of it. At least he understands how absolutely stupid he’s being.

He shrugs off his current jacket and picks up his pelt. In his hands, it morphs into a dark brown aviator style jacket, one that complements the light blue of his shirt. His palms are sweaty, but the reassuring weight of his pelt around his shoulders already helps to slow his heart rate.

In front of the mirror, he runs his hands through his hair once more, fixing the chestnut strands to the best of his ability. They still look wild, but there’s a part of the ocean in his core. He cannot be tempered into something tame.

He checks his phone and curses at the time. He’d told Obi-Wan to meet him in front of his favorite karaoke bar at eight in the evening and it was a quarter til.

At least his pelt will keep him warm on the jog over to the bar. And then hopefully a combination of Obi-Wan’s body and alcohol will keep him warm the rest of the night.

—-

Obi-Wan is already there when Anakin arrives at a quite reasonable hop-walk-run. He’s standing nervously outside the place with his hands stuffed into a jacket that looks almost exactly like Anakin’s, if a ffew shades darker with much less fur trim. He looks gorgeous in the streetlight, dressed in a white shirt and sensible pants. And he looks nervous.

Anakin’s heart flutters at the idea that Obi-Wan is nervous over their date. It’s flattering and adorable and Anakin loves him so much he’s going to burst with it.

“Obi-Wan!” Anakin greets enthusiastically, coming to a stop right before him. He fiddles with the strands of his hair again, hoping he hadn’t messed it too far up with his hasty commute to the bar. “Hi,” it’s breathless, but Anakin can’t be too embarrassed by that when Obi-Wan still looks so flustered and nervous.

“Anakin, hello,” Obi-Wan tells him in that gentle, waves-lapping-at-the-shore voice. He reaches out to help him fix his hair, fingers brushing against the sensitive skin behind his ear as he tucks one of his curls into place. Anakin shivers. Anakin is going to die. Anakin is going to die very, very happy.

“Hi,” he says.

“We’ve done that bit,” Obi-Wan murmurs, but the words are said gently, only mocking by half. Anakin grins along. “A karaoke bar?” his future husband asks him suddenly, gesturing up at the neon sign.

“Have you ever been?” Anakin asks, enthused. “Sir Ren’s is the best in the city I think. I love karaoke and the drinks are really decently priced! They do awesome seafood too, their fish and chips are just to die for!”

“I bet,” Obi-Wan mutters with a strange twist of his lips that throws his whole face into something that looks almost scary.

“Oh shit, are you vegan?” Anakin asks. “I didn’t even ask. I’m sure they have something vegan. Or not fishy. A seaweed salad maybe.”

The truth is this place too, steeped in its ocean aesthetic, also reminds Anakin of home. A vague home-like sensation that makes him feel more relaxed in the bar’s torn-up booths and sticky tables.

And also, Anakin’s friends with half the bar staff so he gets drinks on the house. And Anakin just really likes karaoke. He almost never puts in the ear plugs they hand out the door for those not looking to be lured in by a siren or mermaid’s voice. They just don’t really affect him all that much. It might be because he’s of the sea himself or because he, as a selkie, appreciates pretty things without feeling the urge to own them.

“You don’t have to go up if you don’t want to,” Anakin is quick to reassure his date as he grabs him by the arm and tows him inside. “I won’t judge either way! It’s just a fun thing! Oh–grab those ear plugs, for when the sirens go up.”

Obi-Wan’s face does that weird disgusted thing again before he grabs two sets, seemingly unable to say no to Anakin. It makes Anakin feel nice and warm on the inside, that he’s being trusted like this.

It feels important.

They settle at a small table at the back of the performance area. A werewolf is warbling on about her girlfriend into the microphone, singing along to a popular song from ten years ago. Good. That’s the best sort of atmosphere for a karaoke bar. Anakin doesn’t want Obi-Wan to be impressed by anyone other than him. He hopes no sirens show up. He’ll cover Obi-Wan’s ears with his own hands should they start singing.

“I’m not vegan,” Obi-Wan tells him as Anakin tries to flag down the barkeep. “Whatever you’re having is fine.”

“We can split,” Anakin chirps, already standing up. “Food, not drinks.”

The werewolf gets off the stage while Anakin places their order. He comes back to the tiny table with both glasses clutched tightly in his hands. “Navy strength gin,” he tells Obi-Wan. “So go slow.”

Obi-Wan tears his eyes away from the stage where the werewolf’s girlfriend, a vampire, is selecting her song. “Noted,” he says. “Thank you.” And then, “So, do you like…singing?”

It’s beautifully easy to slip into casual conversation with Obi-Wan, and it’s almost enough to forget for a second how painfully and totally Anakin wants to know everything about his conversation partner. Not just the surface-level stuff, though the surface level stuff is ridiculously charming. Obi-Wan only eats over-medium eggs for breakfast, on wheat toast, with tea. He never wears shoes inside the house but absolutely wears slippers. He doesn’t celebrate the holiday, but he travels every other month to visit his father.

They eat and chat and time passes slowly and then like it’s been sped up. Anakin thinks about breaking the conversation to go and sing his own love song to Obi-Wan up on stage, but he knows probably he’ll only have a few more hours with Obi-Wan tonight. He doesn’t want to take him home and sleep with him tonight. He wants to do this nice and proper and respectful and slow.

Then a siren, bedecked in glittering blue and green scales and feathers, approaches the stage from the back. Anakin’s attention is snagged on her as she grips the microphone stand with nails so long they could be talons. Obi-Wan stiffens beside him and offers Anakin the complementary earplugs immediately.

Anakin watches Obi-Wan put his in before he follows suit, needing to make sure Obi-Wan isn’t going to be listening, needing to make sure Obi-Wan won’t be enthralled, that the only person he’s going to look at like that is Anakin.

Unable to have a conversation with the earplugs in, Anakin turns to watch the singer. It’s always sort of fascinated him, the way sirens sing. They perform, even when there is no reason to. He’d wondered for years why sirens would go to karaoke bars if they passed out headphones to their guests to keep them from becoming enchanted.

Then he’d realized that sirens just enjoy singing, that it’s a part of them as much as the ocean is. And Anakin’s always liked watching people enjoy what they enjoy, so he smiles at the singer and rests his hand on his fist as he pretends to listen to the music. He’d probably even take his headphones off if Obi-Wan weren’t here. But he doesn’t want Obi-Wan to get any brilliant ideas about taking his own ear plugs out.

When she finishes, everyone claps politely and she bows before walking off the stage. A few heads turn to follow her, perhaps only partially wearing their ear plugs, but no one causes a scene.

Obi-Wan’s arm wraps around his waist and Anakin turns to look at him with a dazed smile as he takes his ear plugs out. They’re touching. It feels great. Those are Obi-Wan’s fingers on Anakin’s hip. It’s great.

Obi-Wan doesn’t look nearly as happy. “Snap out of it,” he tells him bluntly, and Anakin blinks in confusion. Obi-Wan isn’t wearing his own headphones anymore, but Anakin hadn’t seen him take them off. “It’s just an enchantment. Not talent.”

“Her voice was beautiful,” Anakin points out. He doesn’t need to hear it to know that. She’s a siren. “I’m sure if no one was wearing headphones she wouldn’t be able to walk off the stage for the men throwing themselves at her. Talent and enchantment.”

Obi-Wan’s jaw clenches and he stands abruptly. Anakin is delighted.

“Are you going to sing?” he asks. “Oh, that would be amazing.”

His date looks rather grouchy about the whole thing but he makes his way to the stage anyway.

He doesn’t even look for a song, just seems to choose the fifth option he sees. He’s still frowning. Anakin is going to love him forever.

And then the music kicks on and he sings.

And it’s wonderful. It’s beautiful. It’s…if there are words to describe the way Obi-Wan’s voice sounds then Anakin can’t remember them. It sounds to his ears like everything he’s ever wanted or held precious. The ocean crashing against eroded rocks. His mother gutting a fish for dinner. Stumbling behind the group of older kids as they all shift from human to sealfolk mid fall off a cliff-face.

Anakin wants. Anakin yearns.

It could be ten years before Obi-Wan closes his mouth, the song concluding. It could be ten seconds. It feels as if Anakin has been irrevocably changed. If he knew Obi-Wan was going to be his husband before, he’s doubly sure now.

He tears his eyes away from Obi-Wan who is shamefully letting go of the microphone to look at everyone around them.

They’re affected. Anakin is going to scream and rage from how affected they look. One tries to stand to greet Obi-Wan as he steps off the stage, but Obi-Wan, perfect Obi-Wan, is having none of it. It calms Anakin slightly that no one—no matter how pretty or fascinating or strange—can tear Obi-Wan’s attention away from him. From Anakin. He moves with the sort of predator’s grace Anakin’s never seen in person before, but his eyes are locked on him and he’s…smirking almost.

Anakin’s never thought about committing sexual acts in a public space, not really, but just half a nod from Obi-Wan and he’s ready to tear their pants off.

He settles back into his seat and before Anakin can think too much about it, he’s crawling over to Obi-Wan and straddling his waist in a sort of half-minded frenzy. Obi-Wan’s hands grip him closer and Anakin doesn’t hesitate to press their mouths together in a kiss much too heated for his plans on going slow.

But Obi-Wan matches him immediately, clutching at his waist and pulling him tight against him as his hands trail up his lower back. Anakin can’t fight the shiver at the sensation and he doesn’t even think to argue before Obi-Wan’s hands are shucking his jacket off. The only thing that matters is removing Obi-Wan’s own layers, and the man seems absolutely willing to help him in this endeavor as his tongue traces the backs of his teeth.

Anakin whimpers and groans and tangles their tongues together, pushing into Obi-Wan’s mouth so he can taste him. He’s never tasted anything like Obi-Wan before. Salty but sweet. Addicting. Mind-numbingly addicting.

He’s got Obi-Wan’s jacket off and somewhere on the floor and his hands are on Obi-Wan’s shirt when a very unimpressed voice cuts through the fog in both their heads.

“Hey, none of that,” the bartender says. “You’re in public for Pan’s sake.”

Obi-Wan breaks the kiss and he looks so achingly, absolutely beautiful all flushed from Anakin’s attentions that Anakin wants to lean back in and lick his own spit off of Obi-Wan’s lip.

Satisfied he’s stopped them from fucking in his lounge, the bartender leaves and Anakin has the singular displeasure of watching Obi-Wan start to regret his own lapse in control or public decency.

“We should get out of here,” he hears himself with a dazed grin, licking his lips pointedly. “Immediately.”

Obi-Wan’s face pales and Anakin furrows his eyebrows because his date looks horrified, but his cock is still hard beneath him. It’s quite a strange reaction, but even worse is the way Obi-Wan bolts up, hands forcing Anakin out of his lap, and into his discarded chair.

“Fuck,” Obi-Wan curses, bending down to grab his jacket from the floor. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have done that, I’m—I’m so, so sorry, Anakin.”

And then he leaves. Just like that. He doesn’t even grab his phone which is sitting on the table. He just…hightails it out of the bar as if he’s being chased.

Anakin has half a mind to chase him, just to ask him what the hell happened and what the hell he did and why he’s leaving and if Anakin can come with him. But he doesn’t. He…knows when someone doesn’t want him around. It breaks his heart that Obi-Wan…well.

He pockets Obi-Wan’s phone because he’s a good person and he should figure out how to get it back to him. Then he stands, stretches, and bends down to collect his jacket from where it’d been pushed to the floor.

Only it’s the wrong color, two shades too light to be Anakin’s pelt.

He stares at Obi-Wan’s jacket clutched in his hands.

“Oh,” he says out loud. “Fuck.”

#asks #selkie au #obikin #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #siren obi-wan kenobi #also here are my thoughts right #obi-wan is like only half-siren so he doesn't have the most enchanting voice #but he has all the possessiveness and he still has some level of thrall #so he doesn't think he's going to endanger anyone by going up to sing #and he's feeling super possessive over what he thinks is anakin's reaction to another siren #so he's like fuck it look at me like that only #which of course anakin has been thinking just as possessively for the past three pages #and he doesn't know that as a selkie anakin doesnt have much weakness to sirens #so when anakin kisses him (to show everyone obi-wan is HIS) obi-wan kisses back because huge predator instincts are up #but then when he breaks out of it he's like 'oh shit i just took advantage of my date'#and he's ashamed and embarrassed #(also obi-wan just doesnt have good opinions of sirens anyway #of course this obi-wan would carry some self-hatred #that bad boy can fit so much self hatred no matter the version)#so yeah thats why he runs and also why he sang :) if it wasnt obvious lol #but anakin cant text him or call him to get his pelt back because he left his phone #oh no what will anakin do!!!!!!#my fics #prompt fill

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troped-fanfic-challenge · 3 years

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JATP ROUND ONE FICS!

We received FOURTEEN (14!) mythical angsty coffee-filled Fics for the First Round of the 1st JATP TROPED Event! These fics were super creative, and we loved to see how you all challenged yourselves with the theme, tropes, and pairings!

Please try to read as many fics as you can, take some notes, leave some kudos/comments for the authors, and get ready to help us vote on the winners!

Voting will begin on Monday, April 26th at 12:00am EST and end Wednesday, April 28th at 11:59pm EST.

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the sky was gray and white and (cloudy) (Rated T) [Alex x Willie]

Summary: “I’ve got you,” Willie’s whispering over and over, panic creeping into his voice. “Alex, I’ve got you, okay? Come on, baby, come on, it’s okay, I’ve got you, you’re gonna be okay, I love you--”

Alex spits out what feels like a clot of blood and gives Willie a tired grin, probably looking completely insane.

“That’s pretty gay of you,” he says, just as his vision clouds over and he passes out.

Honey, You're Familiar (Like My Mirror Years Ago) (Rated T) [Julie x Luke]

Summary: Luke works at a coffee shop, which is normal, quietly pines after his coworker, which is normal, and also occasionally steals people's faces without really meaning to.

It's probably that last part that moves him pretty solidly out of the "normal" territory.

But that's fine, that's totally cool.

He's handling it super well.

You Can't Value People Less Than a Good, Hot Cup of Bean Juice (It Just Seems Rude) (Rated T) [Julie x Luke]

Summary: Julie gets a job at a coffee stand in the middle of nowhere.

It'll help to pass the time, if nothing else.

And if there's a cute guy who works the shift after her and sometimes leaves her ridiculously endearing messages on an ancient tape recorder?

Well, that's just a bonus.

honest to god I’ll break your heart, tear you to pieces and rip you apart (Rated T) [Julie x Luke]

Summary: Julie wakes up with a start. Her hair is stuck to her face with sweat and there is a loud crashing noise. The sheets beneath her feel rough against her skin. She shivers, when a breeze meets her naked skin. She must have left the window open when she went to bed last night. She opens her eyes. The room is dark around her, but the glow in the dark stars, she stuck on her ceiling when she was a kid, are shimmering brighter than ever before.

or: the siren!Julie AU no one asked for

new instincts (Rated T) [Luke x Reggie]

Summary: Reggie is fine with being the only human member of his band, Julie and the Phantoms (tell your friends!), just like he’s fine with being the only single member. It doesn’t make him feel lonely, and he’s only picking up more shifts at the coffee shop because he needs more money, not because he’s avoiding being alone. And picking up more shifts at the coffee shop is making the work easier! He’s only a little confused by the fact that he can now touch the espresso machine mid shift without burning himself… must be all of the experience.

you look like you've just seen a monster (is that what i look like to you?) (Rated T) [Bobby x Alex x Luke x Reggie]

Summary: When Bobby woke up that Friday morning, he wasn’t expecting to have horns. Who would? There was absolutely no reason to expect horns to just start growing out of his temples, but there they were anyway.

He stared in silent shock at the little nubs in the mirror. They were only an inch or two big, but pointy and a little fuzzy when he poked at them.

Well, at least they weren’t fully grown yet.

(or: it's angsty tiefling bobby time, folks!)

We Are Monsters, We Are Proud (Rated G) [Flynn x Carrie, Julie x Luke]

Summary: The clock is striking thirteen

It's time to scream your team

We don't have to say goodbye

'Cause friends like these will never die

Carrie finds herself at a college like no other in search of her dad and some answers.

Julie's not feeling good and maybe staring at roses wasn't the best idea.

Monster College/Coffeeshop AU

sending forth their beautiful voice, and my heart was fain to listen (Rated G) [Julie x Carrie]

Summary: Months after the death of her mom, Julie prepares to sing again and makes an upsetting discovery.

rise from the ashes (Rated M) [Alex x Willie]

Summary: At a time when everything was going wrong for Alex, the one bright spot in his life was the charming barista at the coffee shop he frequented. At least, it was the bright spot until everything went up in flames. All he could do was hope that they could rise from the ashes and figure things out together.

Siren's Song (Rated T) [Ray x Rose]

Summary: The Scopuli was never meant to be a permanent arrangement. Rose had taken the job straight out of school just looking to make a little extra money before the tour kicked off.

That was four years ago.

After a string of bad luck befalls Rose and the Petal Pushers, she can't help but wonder if she is the problem. Or is there something more sinister at play?

Yellow (Rated T) [Julie & Reggie]

Summary: Reggie picked up his apron and polo. Julie returned, this time hiding behind Alex. He held a pair of metal pastry tongs out in front of him like a weapon. One of his arms was extended protectively in front of Julie.

“Alex, Julie, what are you doing?” Reggie cleared his throat; his voice was deep and gruff, like he was developing a cold.

Julie and Alex startled. Julie glanced down at her nametag. Alex readjusted his footing and his grip on the tongs.

“What’s going on, guys?”

Alex took a deep breath. “I don’t know who you are, dude, but you have got to leave.”

Reggie just wanted to get some new guitar strings. A shapeshifter!Reggie au

Angels Like You (Rated T) [Luke x Reggie]

Summary: Reggie is having a bit of a weird day. It gets worse when he figures out that it's because he died in his sleep and has somehow been walking around as a ghost without realising it. Meeting Luke helps. Luke says he's a fellow ghost, and there is something about him that Reggie just feels drawn to. Falling for him is the easiest thing Reggie has ever done, but Luke is a little more than he lets on, and it turns out that their story actually started long before Reggie thought it did.

look into my eyes (it's where my demons hide) (Rated T) [Flynn x Carrie]

Summary: Hiding out from demons was never a desirable nightmare. Of course, Carrie would much prefer a run-for-my-life nightmare than actually running for her life. Having Flynn around is a very welcome soothing balm, though.

Bring All The Monsters Out To Play, Let All The Red Erase The Grey (Rated T) [Bobby & Reggie]

Summary: Mythologicals, Reggie realised, were kind of like queer people. Sometimes your Token Human friend turns around one day and admits that actually, there was something they were suppressing all along, and they hadn’t realised.

Reggie’s final exam has been pushed forward at the most inconvenient time. Bobby is sick, Alex is missing, and now he needs to help a selkie get their ‘Happily-Ever-After’ in order to scrape a passing grade. Oh, and if his boss catches him handing out more free coffee, he’s gonna get fired.

#troped: jatp #round 1: angst #jatp fanfiction #submissions #round 1 submissions

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drarryangels · 3 years

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angst corner recs

Hello hello everyone. Long time no see. Here are some fics that I love under the angst tag in my bookmarks that I'd probably (totally) die for. I tried to include mostly fics that I don’t hear people talking a lot about, but there are some big titles in here as well.

I'd Catch You by Caellie_E_and_Vaye_Rue_Y, G

...Five times Harry made a promise, and one time he had to fulfill it.

R/N: Royalty au! Friends to lovers! Angsty! Perfection. I got into some heeeavy royalty au obsession for like two days, and was blessed to discover this fic. Seriously, so good. Beware MCD.

Stone, Sky, and Sea by RurouniHime, M

...(In which the Wizarding Saviour wanders about Oop North, tries to escape his partner, and fails miserably.)

R/N: Um this specific writing style is literally everything I love and also everything I aspire to be. Plus, this fic is just... hard to explain but it's so.... nice. Nice writing, nice location. Heartbreaking, but also so sweet.

The Bucket List by GallaPlacidia, NR

Draco will die in six months if he can't get Harry Potter to fall in love with him. Since that's not going to happen, he might as well spend his last days working through his Bucket List....

R/N: I think everyone has read this by now. But if you haven't... seriously do. It's one of the Drarry Classics That Everyone Must Read.

I've Built My Dreams Around You by fwooshy, T

Harry loves Draco. But starting over is hard, even when you're in love.

R/N: Rip my heart out and bury it anyways.

the last time that you touched me by silvergalaxy, M

What do you do when your boyfriend refuses to admit that his snarky comments about your hair are just a cover up so that you don't find out how much he actually loves it?

Harry Potter has a plan.

It doesn't work out quite as hoped.

R/N: I have no idea how many times I've read this fic. Like so many. Sooo many.

Espresso Patronum by tasteofshapes, T

When Draco reappears five years after the war and opens a wildly popular coffee shop, Harry’s pretty sure that Draco’s Up to Something. He just has to prove it.

R/N: Coffeeshop plus enemies to friends to lovers plus potions plus pining and lots of feelings. I can tell you: you want to read it!

Quiet World by augustskies, G

The first time the silence is broken, it’s Harry, nudging Malfoy’s shoulder, pointing out a single firefly perched on the ledge between them.

“Look,” he whispers, forgetting about one hundred and sixty-seven words.

R/N: Such a beautiful fic in a unique world where people can only say a limited amount of words per day. Really puts how inexhaustible what we say is, and what things could be like if our mouths couldn't run on forever. I like how this fic puts it all together, and how it shows that there are things that can be shown without words and those things are equally as important as the things said in words.

if stars died of old age by LiviKate, NR

His mother had had six months after his father had died. But it was expected; they had prepared and were already rather distanced. Draco hadn’t been ready, and Merlin, he had been so in love. He knew he was counting down in weeks, not months.

R/N: Gives me you are the antidote for me vibes but a little bit shorter for all the darlings out there who need shorter fics.

Small Thing by tsauergrass, G

...Or more simply: Draco falling in love with Harry.

R/N: Okay god, but I love this fic. Literally any who knows me knows that I am head over heels for tsauergrass, and none of their works have ever let me down, and I must rec them and comment on them endlessly because I just... cannot imagine a world where my life didn't cross pass with theirs. And GOD WHAT A HORRIBLE THOUGHT (i can't imagine never reading anything of tsauergrass') JUST READ THIS PLS

Ship of Theseus by GallaPlacidia, T

When Harry gets amnesia and forgets he and Draco were ever married, he refuses treatment to remember.

R/N: One of my favorite fics ever, no exaggeration. Beautifully written, incredibly heartbreaking, and so tragically GOOD.

The Green Vial by eidheann, E

After months of seeing Harry Potter walk into his Apothecary disappointed and hopeless, Draco offers to carry the baby that Harry can't. Now he's just got to hide the fact that he's been half in love with Harry for years.

R/N: I know most people don’t really like mpreg, but I do so there. This is so sweet and precious with all the heartbreak and pining and trying for a baby and and and. 10/10 would read.

Silverpoint by tackytiger, E

...Or: How Harry Potter Fell In Love (and Realised that Draco Malfoy Loved Him Back).

R/N: Tacky is a beautiful writer, and this fic is perfectly heartbreaking so. Yeah.

Stop All the Clocks (This Is the Last Time I’m Leaving Without You) by firethesound, E

Living with Draco was difficult; living without him is unbearable. But if there’s one thing Harry learned from the war, it’s that even when one life ends, the rest of the world goes right on living.

R/N: There were tears rolling down my neck pretty much the whole time I was reading this. It’s another one of the Drarry Classics I think, but please do proceed with caution because it is quite a bit heavier than the other fics on this rec list. The portrayal of grief is incredibly vivid, and while that is a beautiful and special thing about this fic, it’s also very hard to read about. Really wonderful, but take water breaks in between and breathe a little.

Blackberry Jam by JulietsEmoPhase, E

10-year-old Harry and Draco are evacuated from London during the Blitz, and through a logistical error, end up sharing not only a home but a bed. Follow them as they grow up against the backdrop of the war, discovering who they really are and slowly falling in love.

WWII Muggle AU. Mild smut, warnings for some thoughts of self harm/suicide.

R/N: This was the first Drarry fic I read over like 7k and I remember thinking how freaking long it was when I read it for the first time (it’s about 36k). My oh my how the times have changed. And yet, this fic is still just as good as ever.

Aaaand that’s the end of the list for now. I hope someone finds something on this list that they enjoy, and please feel welcome to leave additional recs in the comments/reblogs.

#drarry #fic #recs #angst #angst tag #rec list #short summaries #happy endings #but also #tragic endings #some mcd #angst fics

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hotdadlicense · 2 years

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"tbf all I've read this week is twd" sounds like you need to make us a rec list, pal. :) please? :)

okay i may have been reading twd fic a lot but i am struggling to find ones that i'm Loving yknow :'( but! here is a few that i DID enjoy?

[complete fics]

this rick/michonne no saviours au

this 33k+ band au that was beth/daryl

this 35k+ daryl & lydia dirt dad dirt daughter meet earlier in the apocalypse au also beth/daryl

this fuckin 53k+ glenn/daryl heartbreaking baby acquisition fic!!!

this 3k+ rick/daryl coffeeshop meetcute au that makes me laugh and smile every time i reread it

6k+ tara/maggie fic that made me cry a lil bit

[wip fics]

daryl/rick w soon to be dad daryl 54k+ au??? its been a hot minute since i read this but i remember enjoyin it!

38k+ daryl/jesus au by loml loren @drcloyd whom i Love. summary has been engraved into my brain since the first time i read it. it figured that the only time hed ever left georgia, it wasnt as daryl dixon. thats SO sexy.

ohhh connie/daryl but also connie & lydia & daryl ohhh bro 🥺

some 90k+ young daryl au with a heavy focus on daryl & glenn

96k+ rick centric wake up at the start of the apocalypse Again au

21k+ carl gets bit on the arm instead of stomach au!

hmm another (156k+) rick centric waking up a the start au but now i'm confused and thinking this one was the one i thought the other one was..... anyway i would die for this trope! even if i do get confused

a carol & daryl murder ed then deal w cop rick moving in next door au! 51k+ rick/daryl

okay its late i have work tomorrow i must sleep but maybe theres something there that u might enjoy!!!!!!! 💖

#yes if theres daryl and or timetravelfixit or kidfic or a combination of all three? i will read it and cry about it #im easily PLEASED okay!!!!#m #love u luc <3

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wangxiangiftexchange · 3 years

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Winter Solstice Gift for moonanstars124

The request was for fluff, found family, annoying the extended family, and AU coffee shop vibes (which I took extremely literally). I had a lot of fun writing this (my first actual coffee shop AU!) and I hope you enjoy it @moonanstars124!

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The Burial Grounds

“Is there even a point in telling you what I want?” Jin Zixuan asks. “As you’ve never once made what I ordered.”

Wei Wuxian beams at him. “Of course! It gives me direction. A genre, if you will.”

“You do have a specific listing for a surprise drink.” Jin Zixuan resettles a-Ling on his hip. “If I wanted that, don’t you think I’d have ordered it?”

“Well, no,” Wei Wuxian explains reasonably. He reaches across the counter and pats the baby’s cheek. “If you wanted to get what you ordered, you’d have asked Wen Ning to make it.” Wen Ning turns from where he is setting up the soup tureen to shrug in apologetic agreement.

Jin Zixuan sighs deeply. “Someday I’m going to stop tipping you.”

“You can do that on the day that you don’t like what I make you,” Wei Wuxian informs him. “I mean, you won’t, because ajie would never stay married to someone who didn’t tip. But I would understand if you considered it.”

Lan Wangji half-listens to the exchange from his corner table. It is a familiar one, enough so to be pleasant background noise without distracting too much from his book. When the proper disruption comes, it is neither unexpected nor unwelcome, as it happens every morning around this time. He has already closed his book and moved his empty cup to make room for the small chalkboard that appears in front of him.

“Spicy vegetable for the soup,” Wei Wuxian announces, flinging himself down in the other chair. It is not yet nine in the morning, and he already looks happily tired. Lan Wangji nods and wipes the board clean—perhaps not strictly necessary, but if he redoes the borders, Wei Wuxian will sit with him for longer and take a proper break. “White chocolate and cranberry scones, because ajie loves us very much. And...hm. I’ll do a blueberry mint lemonade today, I think. Do we have blueberries?”

This last is for Wen Ning, who sets down Wei Wuxian’s coffee, Lan Wangji’s refill, and a plate with two of the aforementioned scones. “We do,” Wen Ning confirms. “But they’ll go moldy soon, so you should use them up.”

“Perfect.” Wen Ning smiles at both of them and returns to the counter. Wei Wuxian leans back in his chair, stretches his legs full-length, and looks around the coffee shop with satisfaction. One of his ankles comes to rest against Lan Wangji’s. Without looking up from the chalkboard, Lan Wangji puts his free hand on the table. Wei Wuxian laces their fingers together and dips a scone in his drink.

This is how mornings have gone nearly every day for a few years now. Wen Ning arrives early to open; Wei Wuxian staggers down from the apartment upstairs after being prodded awake by Lan Wangji, who claims his table and reads as the coffee shop comes to life around him. Jin Zixuan arrives at some point, bearing the day’s soup and pastries from Lotus Pier Cafe and often as not a dinner invitation for all of them from Jiang Yanli. Lan Wangji earns his coffee by writing out the day’s specials; Wei Wuxian seizes the opportunity to sit down for as long as it takes him to complete the task. Then Lan Wangji gives his table over to the morning rush and goes to work himself. Cloud Recesses Books is close enough to walk to in good weather, and he gets there in time to open. When the coffeeshop closes at three, Wei Wuxian wanders over and spends the rest of the afternoon doing his own reading or debating with Lan Qiren. It is a pleasant routine, and Lan Wangji sometimes has to stop and wonder at how happy he is.

There has been a coffee shop here for decades, under one owner or another, but the Jiangs bought it only three years ago. Lan Wangji remembers perfectly the first time he visited it after that. It was Lan Xichen’s idea to see what the new management had done with the place, and they went for lunch the first month after it reopened. “‘The Burial Grounds?’” Lan Xichen reads, pausing outside the door. “Interesting name choice.”

“After the Burial Mounds, presumably,” Lan Wangji points out. “The nature preserve outside the city.”

“Ah,” his brother says. “Naturally.”

Despite the name, the inside is entirely pleasant: walls repainted to brighten the space, spider plants hanging in the windows, a detailed menu in plain neat lettering on the chalkboard above the counter, specials in the same writing on a smaller one by the pastry case. “They must outsource their food,” Lan Xichen observes, nodding at the familiar lotus image. “The Jiangs own Lotus Pier too, so it makes sense.”

“Mm,” Lan Wangji says. He is listening. He is.

Lan Xichen follows his gaze to the mug on the counter, which holds pens for signing receipts and also a small rainbow flag. “Ah,” he agrees. “That is a pleasing development.”

The line is long enough that they can take their time reading the menu. This is good, because it contains none of the conventional titles. The Med Student, Lan Wangji reads. Four espresso shots in a cup. Below that is The Jiejie: soooooup! (See Specials board for today’s variety). And on and on: The Peacock (a white chocolate mocha with nutmeg), The Angry Brother (chamomile and hibiscus tea), The Adorable Nephew (warm milk with honey), The Headshaker (“Decisions are hard, so let us surprise you!”). Some have less of a story, Lan Wangji thinks: The First Timer is just a latte, and The Adventurer promises undisclosed amounts of cayenne. The result is a place that feels well-loved without being unwelcoming.

“It certainly has character,” Lan Xichen observes as they near the counter. The young man who takes their orders has a quiet earnest smile; he carefully lists the non-dairy milk options for Lan Wangji.

Despite the line, they find a window table easily enough—it is towards the end of the lunch hour—and they watch the street while they wait. It is only a few minutes before a different employee appears with their orders, mugs and bowls balanced precariously enough that Lan Wangji watches the soup in some alarm. But the dishes and their contents reach the table safely, which means that he can look up when the server says brightly, “Can I get you anything else?”

Lan Wangji thinks, Oh. He only barely prevents himself from saying it aloud, and the effort keeps him from speaking at all.

“Oh, wow,” the beautiful man says, staring back at him. Then he shakes himself. “Uh. Sorry. Is this your first time here?”

“We thought we’d see what the new ownership had done with it,” Lan Xichen explains. There is laughter in his voice, subtle enough that Lan Wangji hopes nobody else can hear it. “Our family owns Cloud Recesses, the—”

“The bookshop down the street!” The server’s face lights up—lights up more—and Lan Wangji gives up any hope of forming words himself. “I’ve been in there a few times. I thought you looked familiar.” This is to Lan Xichen; to Lan Wangji, he says, “I haven’t seen you before, though.” He does not say, I would remember, but the sentiment comes through clearly enough that Lan Wangji feels his ears go pink.

“My brother just finished university,” Lan Xichen explains. The amusement has become noticeably less subtle. “He will be working with us.”

“Oh wonderful!” the beautiful man says. “We’ll hope to see you again, then. Both of you, of course.” He sticks his hands into his apron pockets. “I’m Wei Wuxian, the manager. Which is, you know, terrifying. I’m probably not supposed to tell customers that part, though.”

Lan Xichen laughs aloud now, kindly, and Lan Wangji loves his brother for the way the beautiful man—Wei Wuxian—relaxes. “We understand,” Lan Xichen says. “Starting a business is a rather stressful experience at the best of times. I am Lan Xichen; this is Lan Wangji.”

“Welcome to the Burial Grounds, Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji,” Wei Wuxian says gravely, eyes dancing. “Please do let me know if you need anything. Or Wen Ning, he’s honestly much more capable than I am.” He jerks his head towards the counter, where the young man who took their orders is wiping down the espresso machine. “Anyway, I have to get back to work, but I hope you’ll come back.”

“I am certain we will,” Lan Xichen assures him. Wei Wuxian’s eyes linger on Lan Wangji’s face for a moment. When he manages to nod agreement, the smile widens. Wei Wuxian ducks his head at both of them and disappears into what is presumably the back room.

“Well,” Lan Xichen says, after a moment. “This is a delightful discovery.”

“Brother,” Lan Wangji says, deeply pained. He suspects that his ears have gone full scarlet by now.

“I mean the coffee shop, of course.” Lan Xichen takes a sip of his latte and hums with pleasure. “And as a small business ourselves, it’s only right to support others in the neighborhood. We shall have to become regulars.”

Lan Wangji sighs.

He returns alone the next day, just for a coffee in the morning. The one after that, Wei Wuxian sets his drink on the table with a hesitation that already seems out of character. When Lan Wangji tilts his head in question, he says, “I, uh, made you something special. If you want the one you actually ordered, I’ll do that instead, I just...sometimes I get the idea for new things, and I thought you’d like this one.”

Lan Wangji looks at the mug in front of him. It looks like the perfectly dull mocha that he had ordered, unsure what else to get, except that there are flower buds of some kind on top of the foam. He doesn’t know what to say, so he just nods and takes a cautious sip. “Lavender,” he says. He closes his eyes, which helps keep his brain from panicking when Wei Wuxian sits down in the empty chair. “Salt. Something sweet, apart from the chocolate?”

When he opens his eyes, Wei Wuxian’s smile is brilliant. “Birch syrup,” he confirms. “Good, I wasn’t sure how much that would come through; I haven’t used it before. But do you like it? You’re the first person to try that one.”

“Mm.” Lan Wangji looks down at the cup again: something made just for him, not for anyone else. “I like it.” He lifts his head again.

“Oh, wow,” Wei Wuxian murmurs, as he had the first day. “Sorry, I know I’m being weird. I just hadn’t seen you smile before.”

“Not weird,” Lan Wangji says, when he finds his voice. “At least, I don’t mind.” He clears his throat. “Thank you. For the drink. You should put it on the menu.”

“Yeah?” Wei Wuxian grins. “I can do that.”

There is indeed a new listing on the large chalkboard the following day: Dark chocolate mocha with lavender, sea salt, and birch syrup. Lan Wangji looks at the name of it and swallows. The Beautiful Stranger, it says, printed neatly in white chalk below The Headshaker.

When he has been coming to the Burial Grounds several times a week for a month, Lan Wangji arrives one morning to find Wei Wuxian darting frantically back and forth behind the counter. “Wen Ning called out sick,” he explains, when Lan Wangji gets to the front of the line. “This is definitely my reminder to hire more staff. I meant to, since we’ve been doing pretty well, but I just hadn’t gotten around to it. Anyway, sorry, what can I get you?”

Lan Wangji looks at the smear of cocoa powder on his cheek and says, “Is there anything I can do? I do not know how to use the machines, but I could help with other things.”

“You know,” Wei Wuxian says, “that would actually be amazing. Uh, let’s see. I need to get the Specials board up but my handwriting is atrocious. Would you mind? We’ve got chicken dumpling soup and vegan ginger snaps. No drink specials because I have too much else to worry about today.”

When that task is done (“Oh my god,” Wei Wuxian says, staring. “Well, I know I’m never ever showing you my writing”), Lan Wangji clears tables and wipes down the counter and takes orders. All the while, Wei Wuxian darts around the shop like a cheerful whirlwind. “Don’t you have to go to work?” he asks at one point, managing to pour a perfect latte and read the next ticket at once. “I’ll manage. I mean, I don’t know how, but—”

“I have texted my brother,” Lan Wangji says calmly. “He and uncle will cover the bookshop today.”

“...Right,” Wei Wuxian says. “I feel like I should fight you on that, but also I don’t have time. Thank you.”

At three o’clock, Wei Wuxian sets the Closed sign, draws the curtains, and collapses facedown onto the couch where the college students like to study. Lan Wangji regards him for a moment, then puts down the rag he was using to wipe down the last table. He still cannot use the espresso machine, but the kettle is a more familiar creature.

Wei Wuxian lifts his head blearily at the clink of saucer on table. He sits up enough to drink his tea without spilling it, and he devours two of the ginger snaps that Lan Wangji brought over in rapid succession. Lan Wangji sits down in the armchair across from the couch and sips his own tea.

The cookies seem to revive Wei Wuxian a little. “Thank you,” he says. “Again. For the tea and for, you know, everything. How can I repay you? Not a rhetorical question.”

Lan Wangji cradles his tea, glad to have something to do with his hands. “Well,” he says, “when I came in this morning, I meant to ask if you would have dinner with me.”

“Oh!” Wei Wuxian looks at him, wide-eyed. “I—hang on, past tense? Did you change your mind? I guess you did just get the total immersion experience, which I’m told is a lot—”

“I enjoyed the experience,” Lan Wangji says. “But I do not wish you to feel obligated. I will not ask you in a conversation about compensation for my labor.”

“...Right,” Wei Wuxian says. “Because you think about things like that, because you’re a ridiculously good person as well as gorgeous and in possession of unbelievably nice handwriting. Hold on.” He sets down his mug and goes to the counter, does something out of sight involving paper and a pen, and returns. “Here.” Lan Wangji puts down his own tea and inspects the offering: a gift certificate (filled out in a scrawl that is admittedly dreadful) for enough to keep him supplied with coffee for a month, more if he cuts down on his visits. “And I’ll get you all the tips from today, once they’re counted.”

Lan Wangji does not imagine that he will be cutting down on his visits.

“This will do,” he decides, and tucks the paper away in his wallet. “And half the tips. You worked very hard.”

When he looks up again, Wei Wuxian is fidgeting beside his chair. “Sure,” he says. “Great. So is the compensation conversation finished? Can we have the other one now?”

Lan Wangji smiles; he cannot do anything else. Deliberately, he stands up so they are facing each other. Wei Wuxian swallows, but his eyes are bright and he is smiling helplessly as well. Lan Wangji says, “Would you like to have dinner with me?”

“Yes,” Wei Wuxian replies immediately. Then, “You mean like a real date, right? I mean, I’d still say yes either way, but just so we’re clear.”

“A real date,” Lan Wangji confirms.

“Oh wonderful,” Wei Wuxian says. “I really hoped that was what you meant. Yes. Did I already say that?”

He is still in his apron, which has great smears on it from when a cup of coffee spilled on the counter earlier. His hair is coming loose from its tie for at least the fourth time that day; there is raspberry syrup on his forehead and powdered sugar on his nose. He is very, very beautiful.

Lan Wangji reaches up and tucks one loose strand of hair behind his ear. It does very little to help anything, but it means that he gets to feel the slight intake of breath as Wei Wuxian goes still. Lan Wangji does not drop his hand back to his side. Instead, he cups Wei Wuxian’s cheek very gently. He whispers, “May I—”

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian says, a little hoarsely. “Yeah, yes, please—”

Lan Wangji kisses him. Wei Wuxian makes a soft sweet sound and puts both arms around his neck; Lan Wangji cradles his face a little more firmly and drops his other hand to the small of Wei Wuxian’s back, drawing him in.

And so now it has been three years, or near enough. Lan Wangji dutifully writes out the Specials board every morning; the main menu also bears his script. He has met Wen Qing, who is now a surgeon and no longer the Med Student of the four expresso shots but who remains alarmingly intense. He has also met the Adorable Nephew and the Headshaker as well as the Peacock, Jiejie, and the Angry Brother, all three of whom received him with some combination of suspicion and amusement. “So you’re the Beautiful Stranger,” Jiang Cheng says, having shown up at the Burial Grounds to demand an introduction all of two days after that first date. “Hmph. He’s been yammering about you for a month; you better have been worth it.”

Lan Wangji is trying to be worth it. He plans to ask Wei Wuxian to marry him soon, and he thinks that Wei Wuxian will probably accept. This doesn’t really make the prospect of proposing any less daunting; what does is the way Wei Wuxian pulls him back to bed for sleepy kisses in the mornings, trusting and sure of affection reciprocated. Lan Wangji rather expects that he will slip and ask the question at one of these times, rather than at the dinner date he has scheduled for their anniversary. He doesn’t really mind the idea.

#moonanstars124 #wangxiansolstice20 #*fic20 #*gifts20

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honey-makki · 3 years

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well, i guess sappy posts are better late than never. i can’t believe i’ve only been on anime tumblr for 8 months and writing for 6. it’s crazy how influential my time here has been on me and the relationships i’ve fostered. i guess this is also my thank you for 2.5k because i hit that recently. im so thankful and grateful you have let me create a nice lil coffeeshop in my own corner of tumblr. I wouldn’t trade it for anything, (ok maybe some things but not many). I will be disgustingly sappy and in love with people under the cut. beware of cavities from the sweetness.

@heauxzenji god you are really the love of my mf life. i talk to you more than i talk to my irl bestfriends and i live with them. i’m glad i can wake you up with horny thoughts everyday but its kinda homophobic that you are three hours behind me. manifesting that this year we get to see each other so our gay horny love can be actualized.

@sugardaddykenma lin you are simultaneously my love and my aunt and i wouldn’t have it any other way. please send me more snaps of you screaming because the really make me laugh. im happy we are genuine friends and i care about you so much. will flee to canada on a moments notice, on your beck and call my love.

@satendou spencer you are my wife and live teasingly close to me. i’m so happy i got drunk that one night and you messaged me because i was way too nervous to message you even though i wanted to. you are fantastic and oneday we will both not be ghosts and really catch up. i love you regardless.

@keijiskitten laura. my baby kitty lauwa. please come be my irl catgirl i will buy the nicest collars. you are so so sweet and genuine and im blessed to have oun in my life. sometimes royal!au sneaks into my head when im doing other stuff just so you know that you have fully ruined me as a person but i love it.

@crushzone nin. my god you are the sweetest person on this godforsaken website. every interaction i’ve ever had with you has been nothing less than wonderful. thank you for being horny w me and drawing the cutest fucking photo of me and shinkami ever. now watch mha so we can talk about aizawa,

@sgwrscrsh skye baby girl. mwah. a kiss. thank you for reminding me ao3 exists all those months ago when you sent me in another life. you have ruined me as a person but i sent you that monster fic so maybe we are even. i love you. thank you for the christmas gift i loved it SO much.

@cno-inbminor kay. quick friends bc we are same person and i love u. please stream urr next baking session it makes me happy. also townes!sakusa. just a reminder so you can think about that sweater.

@samuslut wing we haven’t talked too much but i just want you to know i love you so much and admire your work and world building. you are a fantastic writer and a great person

@stallionissei miss cas!! we aren’t the closest but talking to you is literally always a pleasure and i love it. i hope your move is going ok and you all get settled down soon! lets talk soon!

@lesbians4yaku joy. my first love. you were one of my first friends on tumblr and im ever thankful for that. i care about you so so so much. just seeing your name and you exist makes me smile. we should talk about more evolutions soon because that was very very fun. enjoy your nips and this kiss im sending u *mwah*

to everyone in tumblr babies, i’m so glad i was there in the start of my journey. its such a safe and fun space. thank you for letting me tease *people* about glasses fetishes and just go buck wild in the thirst chats. thank you for voting me horniest member <3 @ceo-of-daichi @hqsoftboysupremecy @scorpiosanssexy @nonexistent-social-life

to my fellow gravediggers and funeral home employees. yes ive been in the server for like 3 months and yes i am already 8th in rank, no i don’t know how to shut up. thanks for dealing with me. You are my favorite home and i want to cook all you a meal and pet the babies. @xakusa @lumos-flies @tsumue @iwaasfairy @sasa-writes-fandom-things @sweet-sugu @keijiiszn

god, to all of my other mutuals i love you so much and you are all badass. i would fight the horny police and whatever 12 year old kids are in your inbox for all of you. you are all immensely talented and i still wonder why some of you follow me. thank you for every single reblog, comment, advice or like you’ve given me bc it shoots serotonin directly into my heart. which isn’t how its supposed to work but feels nice anyways.

@undermattsun @onefortyninecm @rat-suki @bakatenshii @godjo @dxddykeiji @saetyrn9 @introloves @pomsuki @lookslikeleese @tetsou @whats-her-quirk @blahkugo @dearsakusa @sugawarakoushihoe @stonersugawara @koutarouthighs @prettysetterbaby @heyhinata @seita @present-mel.

im going to stop tagging because m tumblr has crashed four times and im already close to max and i really really don’t want to type this out again. thank you to every person who has supported me and i can’t wait to see where this year leads us.

#personal.tea #im fucking sappy leave me alone

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bwoahtastic · 3 years

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Do you fangirl over other writers' works? And if yes, which writers? Like i've been fangirling over your stuff for a while now and I just don't know if you have that too for other people because you are so good 😅

Okay first of all, thank you 🥺👉👈, and secondly - yes. All the time jwjs

Look this fandom is just so fucking talented as a whole and I love almost every fic I read. And yes, I fangirl over other writers cos they are all so talented like ??? Unfair really, unfair.

Anyways you asked for a list so here is a few of the writers which make me go :3 when they post (there are a lot more than this, way more than I can list so am very sorry if I forget someone I have the memory of a gold fish🥺)

Shipintheisland (@suckmyballshoney ) - who writes amazing fics about F2 babies and also wrote a fucking masterpiece for me with the Christmas exchange which was unlike anything I read before🥺

BearWithAHat (@esteboo-ocon ) - my banana split baby jsjs 🥺 fucking amazing and soft fics and also amazing smut about hands and fingers and all that goodness😌

Thuswithakissidie (@formula-whine ) - be warned this one is capable of pure torture jsjs. But for real - SebChal smut with wedding rings, what more do we need?

Hedgehogfrog (@fabian-vettel ) - S M U T, thats all I can say. You want something kinky? They have it and its always so fucking good I love it

Its_a_yoke (@loving-ricciardo ) - its thanks to Rou that we have Michael/Lando and we need to be fucking grateful! Also that Lando aerialist fic is one of my favourites to reread its just amazing!

Simplyverstappen (@verstappened ) - I think at this point there is no one in this fandom who doesn't like Mone's fics, every single pice is just amazing and so well thought out, I have no words.

Blueblue1965 (@blueblue1965 ) - I adore the coffeeshop au and THE HORSE GIRLS sjsj yeah I'm very much weak for horse girls

greeny1710 (@3303andmore ) - I never knew I needed something as much as Charles and Max as twins and Seb as awesome lawyer hshs. Also pretty sure Kai wrote some of the first George/Lewis and that's basically my comfort pairing by now jsjs

justaromandaydream (@special-formula )- Look I know what Haley is planning and it's fucking amazing and I'm super excited for that verse snsjjs

Maxverstappens (@landonenorris ) - look their parkour AU was so fucking good I had to skim the parts where they climb shit because heights terrify me. Also Alex/Pierre? God yes sign me up

As I said I have a ton more favs but these are the ones I could come up with rn. Sorry if I forgot smthn🥺

#fic rec #well no #author rec #thwre are many more brilliant writers #but i dont read so much anymore so am very behind #asks #❤

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chunhua-s · 3 years

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I don't? understand? how you only have? 200? I deadass thought you had 700 um chile anyways big boobs- you desserve more dkdksk

could I please request an au with mattsun and ' forced to share a table in a coffee shop because it's busy and there are no more seats '? I found it and thought it would fit you well 👉👈 best of luck though baby 💖 I love you so, so much. you're so hard working 💋

fhdhdhfg peachy pleaase!! thank you sososo much for coming through and always hyping me up with nona and runa 🥺 and thank you for requesting!! i had an idea as soon as i read your prompt and i had lots of fun writing — i hope you’ll like it! ✨

THE OASIS IN THE DESERT ➽ ISSEI MATSUKAWA x READER

genre: fluff

au: coffeeshop

warnings: none!

mattsukawa’s absolutely sure he can feel his heart stop inside his chest when his eyes find you.

the picture you paint for him is otherworldly — the sun shines down on you from the glass window and shrouds you in a beautiful yellow light as you focus on whatever your laptop shows you, perhaps an assignment from one of your classes if he has to guess. your eyes squint in a familiar sight of concentration that he’s grown to used to admiring from a distance, the way your tongue sticks out from between your lips and even the way you absentmindedly play with a strand of your hair — it’s all been stamped into his mind and sings its melody of admiration for you in his heart. and issei mattsukawa, he’s a boy who’s so helplessly in love with you, with everything that he feels for you, with every emotion that runs wild on the backs of thundering stallions that pound inside his chest, he’s never once worked up the courage to approach you.

it’s an unreasonable fear, he knows it well; the constant presence of his anxieties and worries whenever he so much as thinks about talking with you causes the breath on his lungs to run dry and vanish away on a scorching desert breeze that leaves him parched, and the only thing that could ever hope to quench his thirst is you. your cherry-glossed smile is the hypnotizing oasis that dances on a heated mirage, the one that pulls him in by his collar and erases everything and everyone from his mind until all there is, all that’s left, is the thought of you. your kindness is the lullaby that soothes his heart beneath midnight stars, as he recounts his affections to the watchful moon — the only witness to his hopeless pining, the one who listens to him talk about the girl who stole his heart until the sun would rise. and you, you’re the angel that visits him in his dreams and leaves butterfly kisses across his skin, traces the letters of your name with ghost touches of your fingers along his body and leaves him wanting more of you. you’re like an illusion that’s constantly dancing in and out of his vision and has him chasing breathlessly in your shadow. and today, as he’s sitting right across from you, you’re right within his reach, close enough for him to smell the sweet citrus perfume that you love to wear. it fills up his senses and weaves a bed of flowers and orange blossoms and — oh, you’re looking up at him now, you’re smiling — issei forgets how to breathe.

“did you already start on our assignment from eco class?”

your voice washes over him like a warm ocean wave, and he nearly loses himself on your question as he basks in the feeling of ease and familiar comfort that fills him up. clearing his throat, he tries to return your kind smile, and finds that smiling at you somehow comes as easily to him as breathing. “to be honest,” he’s grinning at you, entirely wrapped up in the way the sunlight twinkles on your pools of (e/c) — the very ones that marvel at the way his image is painted like a greek god before you. when his eyes squint slightly, you feel your heart skip a beat and your breath catches in your throat, and you can only pray that the man you admire doesn’t notice it. “i haven’t even looked at it.”

issei feels his heart soar on the waves of your laughter, a sound so melodious that it lights up the entire cafe. you’re so bright, he thinks: a pocket of sunshine that warms his body and showers him in gold. “i’m at the point of giving up,” you confess to him, allowing your eyebrows to freely tell of the exasperation you feel. “the professor didn’t even give us that much time to finish everything,” a helpless laugh falls from your lips as you sigh. “i’ve been losing my mind over it.”

the boy chuckles softly, eyes closed as he drops his head for a second before meeting your gaze once more. “yeah, i felt that.” there’s an opportunity in front of him, he realizes; dangling from a red thread for him to reach out and grab, and issei decides that he couldn’t let it get away from him. and so, he reaches his hand out, dips his toes into the warm water, and he hopes you’ll take it and let him walk along that sunkissed beach with you. “say, would you mind if we worked together?” you watch as he shyly averts his eyes, entirely fascinated by his boyish grin and the way that a red colour dances on his brown skin. he’s beautiful, you marvel: he’s a chilly autumn evening that wraps you up in warm sweaters and the weight of a hot cup of coffee. he’s the ambience of the coffeeshop that envelops the both of you like a blanket, the smell of coffee beans roasted on a low flame and dancing with sweet creamer and caramel. “i feel like i don’t understand half of what the prof is saying most of the time, so i don’t even know how to start.”

when he finds the courage to meet your eyes once more, he sees that the very same oasis that was once so far away is now right in front of him, it’s image no longer dancing on heat induced illusions and very, very real. your cherry painted lips are the date fruits that hang from green plants: the blue of your sweater is the colour of the sky above, the reflection of it in the shallow waters that wets his mouth. and you, you’re the golden sun that kisses his skin, the one that lights up his blood with undying love and a yearning so powerful that it replaces his oxygen with you. you feel like home, he thinks as you smile at him with so much radiance that he could never imagine going a day without admiring your beauty — he wants nothing more than to see you smiling for the rest of his life.

“i’d be happy to work with you, mattsukawa-san.”

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victoriareyloficlists · 3 years

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07/01/2021 Additions to Reylo School Environment

These fics have been added to the School list located here.

Look No Further Sequel: Change of Plans by thewayofthetrashcompactor (BriarLily) (AO3 2019 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: After making it through Thanksgiving with his family, Rey and Kylo start to wonder if there might be more to this fake dating thing after all.) If I Was A Raindrop (Would You Be My Thunderstorm) by itsnotillegal (AO3 2020 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey has the hots for her coworker/friend Ben and decides to finally do something about it and send him a valentines card. While at the shop choosing a card, she bumps into Ben and is too embarrassed to confess the card is for him and lies about the intended recipient. Ben is in love with Rey and gutted the card is not for him!) Insufferable by castles_and_crowns (AO3 2018 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey Niima and Ben Solo are both student ambassadors at their university. This means that, unfortunately for Rey, they often get stuck with each other at various university events. Rey finds Ben Solo to be an insufferable snob until he begins to slowly prove to be otherwise.) Five Days by AttackoftheDarkCurses (AO3 2019 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: When Rey spends winter break at her friend's apartment, it only takes five days for everything to change.) Get Rekt by Thelittlescrimshaw (AO3 2016 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: He was drunk, they all were, but slinging an arm around her shoulders and declaring Rey his wife was not how she imagined the first party of the semester going.) the water smells like you by shruggyben (AO3 2020 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Harry Potter AU, Quick Synopsis: In which Ben Solo, Ravenclaw dumbass, brews the perfect batch of the strongest love potion in the wizarding world, but accidentally feeds it to his one (1) crush. Adorable panic ensues.) Trip to the cinema: How bad can it be? by StaticTeeth (AO3 2016 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: A college AU with Rey, Ben, Poe and Finn. Poe and Finn being Ben and Rey's besties and they set Ben and Rey up together.) Bullet Pound by jeeno2 (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, 4 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: On a whim, Rey watches a porno her friend recommended. To her surprise, she recognizes one of the actors.) It's A Pretty Good Bad Idea, Me and You by Mugglelover27 (AO3 2020 Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey had a great date the other night. Unfortunately, that date was with her professor.) Baby Shark by Melusine11 (AO3 2020 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben Solo, kindergarten teacher extraordinaire can handle a lot. Fights over who is the leader in line for the day, crying over not getting the right color crayon they want, puke after gym time, but the one thing that consistently raises his blood pressure is one damnable song.) Java Empire And The Rebel Café by fairytalesandfolklore (AO3 2019 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: A Reylo Coffeeshop AU. Rey works for the Solo's coffeeshop and finds out their son has gone to work for the competing corporate chain. She tries to get him to reconcile with his parents but a misunderstanding makes him push her away.) Your Half by Celia_and (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, 4 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Classmates Rey and Kylo get off on the wrong foot. Too bad they’re partners for the whole semester...) Look No Further by thewayofthetrashcompactor (BriarLily) (AO3 2019 Rated T Complete, 9 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey is spending Thanksgiving alone but a late-night Craigslist ad ends up with her agreeing to crash some asshole's family dinner. At the very least, she's curious what kind of people name their son "Kylo Ren" anyway.) Between the Shelves by AttackoftheDarkCurses (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey's head-over-heels for Ben Solo, the new city librarian. Unfortunately, he seems to be completely oblivious to her advances.) Road Rage by AverageEpaulet (AO3 2020 Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey offers to give her super shy new college classmate Ben a ride home. She seems like such a sweet, wholesome girl, Ben accepts eagerly. A violent redhead cuts her off suddenly in traffic; Wild Rey appears. Ben is shocked at the violence of his arousal.) Dumpster Dive Into My Heart by commandercrouton (AO3 2019 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Inspried by a tweet from Reylo Prompts: My art professor told us a story about how he hated all his art and threw it out at a dumpster by his campus and then a little while later he went to a girls dorm (who is now his wife) and she had it hanging on the wall :) The Seeker Compact by konfoz (AO3 2019 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Harry Potter AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben used to be the Seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch team, so he is surprised when Gryffindor's Seeker, Rey, asks for his help a week before the final match up between their two houses.) Sociology of Sexuality by Celia_and (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: After a semester of verbal sparring, the tension between Rey and Kylo boils over.) The Girl on the Train by SighnomoreSolo (AO3 2019 Rated E Complete, 3 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Professor Ben Solo shares a compartment on the commuter train with the same girl, every day. One day, at the end of summer, she surprises him. He definitely doesn't mind.) Where There's Smoke, There's Fire by on_my_toes (AO3 2016 Rated G Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Of course a fire would break out in Rey's apartment building the night of her biochem final — and of course she would end up running out into the sidewalk keyless in her pajamas, right next to the most obnoxious frat party in the world. At least it can't get any more embarrassing than this ... that is, until her TA Ben Solo shows up.) A Chemical Reaction by commandercrouton (AO3 2019 Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: In which Rey and Ben have very different meanings on watching Netflix and studying) Morning Glory by lovelydarkanddeep (AO3 2018 Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey and Kylo have a one night stand at university after a party, but the morning after does not go as Kylo expects.) Virgins, Valentines & Sex Videos by SavingWhatILove (AO3 2019 Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey needs to write a paper on Lanford Wilson's "Burn This" play, but has problems with it. She asks Ben, whom she's pining after, for help knowing that he needs help with Math. She doesn't realize what day they set their study date for Valentine's Day. Additionally, when she shows up in his dorm she hears loud sex noises coming from his room. Is Ben having Valentine's Day on his own? How will the study date unfold?)

#reylo #reylo fanfic

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not-safeforsanders · 4 years

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Be My Baby / Devil Like You

This fic is based on Bea Miller’s Be My Baby, and Gareth Dunlop’s Devil Like You. Yeah I know, that’s a bit of a whiplash between two songs.

Fic Synopsis: Roman knows how to dance, Patton knows how to pray, Remus knows how to use his mouth and Logan knows how to shut it. Meanwhile, Virgil and Janus think they’re all idiots and are begging for some healthy communication. (University!AU) (18+)

Warnings: A little bit about depressive states, and a fear of abandonment (one paragraph).

Ships for the whole fic: Intrulogical, Royality, Anxceit, Logan/Remy/Remus/Emile. (Lomile and Remus/Remy separately too)

Word Count: 1645

“You…” Remus pokes Logan in the back from behind with a smirk “...have a crush!” Logan’s cheeks go very red at the statement and he scoffs lightly, turning around to look at his partner, the man grins at him with his trademark mischief and any word the other has on his tongue simply dies. “Look at you, you’re wearing your best shirt, your tightest jeans, and you took half an hour styling your hair, you...have a crush! On a man that is practically married no less!”

“Aren’t you...upset?”

“Me? That my best boy is getting some experience? I’m vicariously living through you and no less,” The darker-haired man jumps up to sit on the kitchen counter, “...so you knew each other in high school right?” Logan makes a humming noise of confirmation “I see, and you fell out of touch?” Another hum. “And you were so sexually repressed you couldn’t tell you wanted to hop on his dick?” Logan, half way through filling his bottle of water, sighs. “So what’s his boyfriend like? Is he also cute?”

“Remy is a headache dressed in leather,” Logan replies curtly, shutting off the water. “Now come on, or we’ll be late,” He screws the cap back on his bottle and slides it into his satchel, pulling it over his shoulder. “And for the love of everything holy and unholy, try not to end the day sleeping with either of them,” Remus gives a mock two-finger salute, but there’s an excited bounce in his step; when he’s happy he can be like a child, unrestrained, excitable, Logan finds it nothing less than adorable that even his happiness is uncontrolled (although he would never dare to admit it); Remus doesn’t care for people who stare at him strangely as this 20-year-old man bounces up and down the streets, walking backwards so he can talk to Logan and walk in front, spinning on the spot and gesturing wildly with him arms. He is so animated that occasionally he seems unreal.

In such fashion, he throws open the cafe door and waltzes in, leaving the door to be awkwardly caught by Logan in an attempt to not get his face smacked in by it. Remus recognises Emile sat at the table, and then computes the smaller man sitting next to him, wearing sunglasses atop messy brown hair. Both of them smile and wave them over, the stranger (assumedly Remy), offers Logan a hug and pats him on the back in a way that was intentionally supposed to make him wince.

“It’s nice to see you again specs,” He grins before plonking himself back down in the chair next to Emile, his gaze goes to Remus then, where he leans his arm on the table and holds out his hand with a grin that is nothing short of flirtatious “And very nice to meet you,” Logan and Emile both roll their eyes, meeting each other’s gaze as Remus accepts the handshake.

“Likewise,”

“Alright, behave you two,” The psychology student interrupts, shaking his head, but he’s smiling with his cheeks slightly flushed. “What’re we drinking?”

“Vodka, if I have my way,” Remus mutters.

“I like his style,” Remy clips in.

“What’s a frappuccino?” Logan adds, a little absent mindedly as he squints up at the menu. Remy looks at him with varying degrees of upset, Remus looks like he’s questioning their entire relationship. He orders a frappuccino in the end.

They sit and talk for a couple of hours, the afternoon starts to blend into early evening and they’re accumulating coffee cups and little plates that once housed biscuits at their table. Emile talks about his degree, the things he’s learning about the mind that make him genuinely question the fragility of mankind. Logan listens, his head leaning on the palm of his hand, hanging off every word that leaves Emile’s mouth with rapt attention that cannot waver. Remy and Remus exchange small looks with each other between the two and their one-sided conversation.

Remy talks about his work, he works in a coffeeshop and he genuinely enjoys it too “...customers can be rude but I’m making and drinking coffee all day every day...” he hums a little, sucking at the straw to his iced coffee way too slowly for Remus not to follow the movement with his eyes. Logan doesn’t notice, and if he did he still wouldn’t have minded. Remus talks about his studies and the sort of music he likes, and his brother, but then he goes very quiet and shakes his head, deciding he’d talked enough.

Emile looks at his watch around 5pm, with a sigh. “Sorry to cut this short...” he says with a small smile that does look genuinely apologetic “...but I have an appointment with Patton in about half an hour, so we should start heading out.”

“Ever so dedicated to your work,” Remy grins, and although his smile is teasing there’s a heavy load of pride in there that is sweet to witness. Remus and Logan don’t really do sweet that well, either because of pride or discomfort, as their relationship is based on gentle bullying and eyerolls. “I should probably head home and sort out my work for tomorrow.” He grins as they stand, “It was nice to see you Lolo.”

“I hated that nickname then and I hate it n-” his complaint is cut off by the other man drawing him into a hug, he sighs and wraps his arms around his old friend, not quite understanding when he started to enjoy physical affection.

“I like it,” Remus comments, standing beside the two. He would. When the two friends part, Remy offers him a hug too and the other man accepts with enthusiasm. The taller never really does know his own strength but Remy is twice his body mass so when he receives the rather forceful hug that would usually send Logan flying, he manages to keep perfectly balanced.

Mutely, internally, Remus considers that a little hot.

“I’ll see you later Emmy,” Remy leans up to kiss Emile’s cheek gently, before the four of them part ways.

He likes his alone time; not because living with Emile is anyway suffocating, nor does he dislike it at all. He loves him, and he loves the time he spends with him, but he thinks every human being likes to be alone sometimes, with their thoughts, even wandering through a rather active campus and watching the world turn around him. All the people and the noise fade into the background.

He’d missed Logan, he likes Remus too, but there’s this gnawing anxiety in the pit of Remy’s stomach that he hasn’t felt in years. When his feelings for Emile had first come to fruition he’d never once thought he’d have a chance, anyone with eyes could see this man was hopelessly in love with Logan, except apparently the one person who was supposed to realise.

Remy finished his last year of high school in a city he didn’t know because the worst loneliness he felt was the thought of being so far away from Emile. His parents had let him, they’d thought it was admirable that their friendship meant so much to him, that it was a sign of strength and kindness.

He’d been fucking terrified. At the time he had no intention of telling Emile he loved him in a romantic sense, he was content to spend his life never telling him, never once expecting more than his friendship and a life of obedience to a man who was forever in love with someone else.

He’d also been furious though, some part of him still is. Emile was their age, graduating high school a year early to go to college in a city full of strangers and Logan just never...talked to them again. Radio silence. They didn’t know if he was dead or alive, if he was angry, or upset, or if he’d just forgotten about them so quickly. His best friends.

Turns out it was none of the above, Logan had a habit of knocking up walls whenever he was scared, and perhaps unconsciously they were both reminders of something that he didn’t even know how to remember.

But it’s not his place to really be angry is it? Logan hurt him too, yes, but not even a fraction of what it did to Emile. Remy had to drag him out of bed, make him food, push him out of the door to go to class because his entire life seemed to fall flat. Perhaps that’s why Emile fell in love with him, because he’d felt abandoned and Remy utterly refused too even when he was being reckless and insufferable. Remy even refused to blame him for his depression, he didn’t really blame Logan either.

“It’s just a bad situation,” he’d say “Logan wouldn’t just stop talking to us without reason, so he’s probably going through something too.”

It’s still strange to see Logan now. He’s taller, his hair is getting long, his eyes are so full of life, he talks with expression and holy shit his laugh. Years of knowing that man and not once had he seen such expressive joy in his face. Is that because of Remus? Because of his new friends? Or is just the time and place and happenstance? He doesn’t know, but he does know despite the little bit of anger that still resides in him that he is genuinely happy for the other man.

He’s happy for Emile too, because he knows his feelings hasn’t changed and Logan was looking at him like the stars shone in his eyes.

He’s happy for them.

Besides, if the expression on Remus’ face through half of that little double date were anything to go off, he’s thinking he might be getting a little something out of this too.

#bmbdly

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greenninjagal-blog · 4 years

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currently vibing in a two-week lockdown, can you share some of your favorite fics? i need some new things to read, and I've got too much time on my hands-

Aw man, same! The rest of my actual Spring Semester got turned online… Let’s see…..Fic recs for the pseudo End of the World (Courtesy of AO3, arranged by most prominent ship!) Keep in mind that my descriptions are shorter and written mostly for comedic effect than the actual fics, so if something looks interesting Click it! Get more info about it! Don’t just take my word! I tried my best to get a lot of variety of fics and topics and tropes, as well as authors that might not be as well known! Uhhh here are the links to lists I’ve already made for various other reasons check out my Fic Rec Masterlist!

I also am including various of my fav authors masterlists for funsies!

jungle321jungle’s || Max-isTired’s || TrashficParlour’s || Lefaystrent’s || Mine!

Completed Fics

A Deal in which Virgil tries to summon a familiar and gets a Circle King instead. And he’s really pretty. (Anxceit)

Love Like You in which Virgil decides to give up looking for a romantic partner and considers adopting instead. He finds more than he’s looking for with a set of twins and the man who watches over them (Anxceit)

A Dragon’s Tail in which Logan is cursed to be a Dragon by his best friends stepmother, Virgil is struggling to learn a power he can’t control, Patton who’d rather marry a servant than the Prince, and Roman has no clue what is going on but the Prince he’s supposed to be saving can probably kick his ass. (Logicality, Prinxiety)

A Game of Vice in which Remus kidnaps Roman and turns it into a game of who can come save him from his lonely tower. (Logicality, Prinxeity)

double down with the paradigms in which Logan tries to explain away his own OCD while dealing with the emotions he has for a certain Pre-Vet. Excellent depiction of OCD, made me cry, 300/10 would read again. (Logicality, Prinxiety)

It Takes Two to Tango in which Roman begs his brother, Logan, to let him go back in time to meet a famous dancer. Falling in Love was not part of the plan. (Prinxiety, Logicality)

A favorite star in the heavens in which everyone has at least one soulmate. They’re luckily enough to have three each. (LAMP)

Forgotten Forests and Magnified Myths in which Logan finds out very suddenly that he has the passive ability to talk to dragons. (DAMP, Remilie)

Sense5 in which five people in different countries are suddenly psychically linked together and uh…yeah fun times. (DLAMP)

Stray Hearts Are Subject To Change in which black cat hybrid Virgil plans to die very heroically in an alley and Roman completely messes up that plan by being a decent human being. (Prinxiety, Logicality)

Hidden In Shadows in which Virgil is the boogieman every adult warned you about but he doesn’t actually enjoy being scary. Good thing the three Sanders kids aren’t scared of anything. (Not so good for their very confused Dad who isn’t sure what to do about their new imaginary friend)

Paved with Good Intentions in which the dark sides agree to send Virgil to the light sides as a way to get Thomas to listen to them more. Now if Virgil can just get along with the Light sides enough to actually start making some progress…

Absent Gods and Silent Tyranny or: How Logan Learned to Stop Over Thinking and Love Everyone in which Logan is a morally grey scientist who just works for supervillains because they pay well. He doesn’t expect someone like Virgil to change that.

Series

Clouds and Moss AU in which the sides are gods and its very gay and very good. (Intrulogical, Roceit)

Colors in which Logan is an excellent Dad, Virgil is an amazing son, and the world is very colorful. (Logicality)

Labeled in which Logan is a famous superhero, Patton is a doctor, and they adopt the would-be super villain and everything is soft and lovely and I cry at the purity. (Logicality, Remilie)

Fbi!au in which the sides work for the fbi and I diligently reread these series of oneshots for a daily dose of serotonin! (Logince, Moxiety)

Growing Old is More Fun with You in which Patton is a PTA dad and so is Deceit and they have a “rivalry”. (Mociet)

Gilded Cage in which Roman is forced to dance for the fairy queen whenever she wants it. (Prinxiety)

Renegades! in which the sides live in a dystopia and fight the government while being completely in love with each other. (Prinxiety, Logiciality)

Love and Other Fairytales in which a couple decides to keep their changling and their actual son, a child is cursed gifted a voice that makes people do whatever he says, a boy makes a rotten deal for the sake of his friend, and centuries before any of this, a fae prince is tricked into an endless sleep by his brother.

The Vampire Hunting Vampire in which Virgil was turned into a monster and LPR slowly convince him he’s not as bad as he thinks he is. Through cuddles. (LAMP, DLAMP)

Wasteland, Baby! in which there are things in the woods and Patton gets,,, intimate with them. On purpose! (LAMP)

Destined in which Damian has successfully ignored his Soulmates for five years and he planned on doing it for much longer but on his twentieth birthday fate intervenes with a second soultrait that forces him to come face to face with all of them. (DLAMP)

Old Gods in which Gods sometimes walk the earth and Remus is pleased to hear that people are still making offerings to him– wait that is not a goat. And other fun stories!

Sit back and watch the world go by in which Virgil is a human abducted by alien smugglers, befriends Patton, breaks out, and everyone fears humans as space orcs, almost as much as Virgil is afraid of them.

Teaming the Pieces Together in which Thomas is a pokemon trainer and eevees just…click with him.

Tales from the Dark Sides in which the author provides a lovely hub of works where Virgil is abused by OC dark sides and DLMPR are there to help patch him up.

Uncle Emile and the Super Nephews in which Emile gets custody of his six nephews and tries to bond with them. They in turn try very hard not to tell him they have superpowers.

Cuffed Universe in which Remus is a cop chasing after a hacker, Logan breaks the laws and Virgil would just like tO KEEP ONE JOB WITHOUT ONE OR BOTH OF THE OTHERS DRAGGING HIM INTO THEIR SHIT. (Analomus)

Ongoing Fics

The Origin in which space travel via Thomas Sanders’s ship SS Revelation gets more complicated when the Planets themselves turn out to be entities who aren’t all on board with humanity spreading to the rest of the solar system. (Remile)

Delicato in which Logan and Patton are music professors with very different conceptions of music, and Virgil and Roman are students in both their classes who just want them to kiss already. (Logicality, Prinxiety)

Coming out of The Shadows in which a small mutant child Virgil is treated as subhuman because of his uncontrolled ability to manipulate shadows up until a scientist buys him. (Royality)

Falling Stars At My Command in which Roman wishes on a star and Patton reaps the benefits while Logan unfortunately gets dragged along for the ride. (Royality)

Sugar in which Patton has three sons and no free time to bother with a relationship while he’s trying to manage bills. At least until Roman walks into his life. Sugar Daddy anyone? (Royality)

A Man, a Snake, and a Rat in which Logan, Deceit, and Remus become college roomates (Intruloceit)

a.s.h.es, ashes (We all fall down) in which after Logan almost dies during one of his recuse missions, him and his partner start to dig into the superhero agency they’re employed by and stumble into something far bigger than they expected. (Logicality, Prinxiety, LAMP? LAMP)

Keep him safe in which Detective Logan falls for the owner of his new favorite bakery while his partner Roman falls for the gang member they’re chasing. Ft: emotions, a pet rat, dealing with delusions 101, trauma, and family so gooey it literally makes me melt whenever it updates. I love this fic so much. (Advertises as Logicality and Prinxiety but theres so much LAMP I can’t not put it down here)

Multitudes in which Virgil works at a coffeeshop, pines over the customers that come in, and wonders why they all tip him so well. (LAMP)

Songbird in which the only thing keeping Virgil’s parents alive is his voice: the moment the (new) King gets tired of listening to him its off with all their heads. And Virgil’s okay with that, he is…. Until three visiting nobles leaving him wishing for his freedom for the first time since he was ten. (LAMP)

Shatter in which Logan gets fed up with not being listened to, and takes some poor advice from Rage, which ends with the entire Mindscape being turned upside down and inside out. Now its up to Deceit fix it all. (aka the author decided it was about high time Deceit got some love and appreciation and I’m out here living for it.) (DAMP)

Incredible Cosmic Power in which Virgil awakens some genies by accident and they refuse to let him go back to living a relatively normal peaceful life. (DLAMP)

Plea for my New Self in which Vampire Virgil decides he wants to start over again, and goes back to college to work on coding. There he proceeds to do reckless good with his absurd amount of wealth and a “fuck it” attitude. Actually one of my favorite things ever okay. I love this one so much. (DLAMP)

Your Wish Is My Command in which Thomas accidentally rubs six lamps and becomes the glorified babysitter to six jinn who definitely don’t trust him. But its fineeee. (DLAMP)

6 Dads in which Deceit, Emile, Remus, Roman, Thomas, and Remy make a relationship work and their children aren’t sure how but go along with it anyway.

Rebel Rebel in which Thomas, a well respected man, visits the Imagination, for some pleasure business as a one time thing. Except that he keeps coming back. Maybe maybe falls in love with one, two, thr– all of the men who work there.

A New Kind of Experiment in which Virgil runs away from home, and ends up kidnapped by merman, and somehow he doesn’t mind that much.

Becoming His Own Hero in which everyone has to juggle their superhero lives with their regular lives and sometimes…its just hard.

don’t wanna be a tragedy in which brothers Roman and Remus get a house and subsequently find out its totally, completely, 100% haunted.

Don’t You, Forget About Me in which the author recreates Breakfast club and does it spectacularly.

Heart’s Heroes in which Patton may be a villain but that does not mean he wants to see the child heroes of the city dead.

Mortals and Fae in which Deceit barely escapes the wrath of his town when they all turn against him. Dying, he stumbles into a fairy circle hoping that with his name the fae make his death short and sweet. Big Shock for him when he wakes up with a Fairy Prince swearing to protect him.

Sanders Family in which Thomas adopts six kids and has no regrets about it.

How Not to Go About an Important Inspection in which after a devastating betrayal the crew of the USS Bifrost is docked for repairs and the crew just wants to go back to being a normal family but Command is insisting on an inspection to ensure nothing so…drastic occurs again.

Symbiotic in which certain Vampires have a vemon that leaves with victims craving getting their blood drunken. Deceit, one of these Victims, continues to burn bridges because that’s easier than admitting he might need help dealing with this.

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